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DTs (delirium tremens towards end of morning/noon)

PhorIndicator

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Dallas, Texas
My limbs are cold. The room is dark
My mind – chemical steel in need of fulfillment.
Harsh stripped mechanical tear
Fuzzy and wasted like my life thus far?
No – time will ease this pain it’s false
Or did you forget? b/c soul’s are not cheap there’s meaning in this world
Well then why
Did you do it this time – cold, heartless, indifferent you deserve nothing more than these
iron demolition words
And this terrible mind rust bent on destruction
Here come the visuals
Drinking is not an option. Drink
Or suffer the onslaught
Unimaginable agony
(you have no idea)
what it’ll be like, but you do have a vague
seizure
sense of horrors to come FUCK!
Is the liquor store open on Sundays? FUCK!
(you already knew that)
dumb fuck now what
time is running a mean mad marathon
currently
and you are dire
Recompense for your selfish soul
Countdown commences NOW to
Hellish Soul Torture Mire
fading, lonely life.
Am i ghost or a has-been?
So lonely, so very alone.
Sit in silent tense wait
and contemplate
Terror, Future.
 
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PhorIndicator said:

Recompense for your selfish soul
Countdown commences NOW to
Hellish Soul Torture Mire
fading, lonely life.
Am i ghost or a has-been?
So lonely, so very alone.
Sit in silent tense wait
and contemplate
Terror, Future.

I really liked how you closed this piece. Good stuff :)
 
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